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Monday, May 17, 2010
Here is a picture of Prince Zesty spending the gift card he got from us for his birthday. Just like his momma, he likes to shop.
This is her other brother, Master H (he's the youngest in their family), sporting a pair of shades that would make Elton John envious.
And for those who missed it on her daddy's blog, or my wife's blog, here is a picture of "Ninja Baby".
Friday, May 14, 2010
A hearty welcome to all. pull up a chair and join the story telling ring. In today's post we cover the fine are of running fast, pro and con.
When I was but a youth, I'll be the first to admit that I was on the larger side of average (aka I was a fat kid). I may have been fat, but I was able to move very good for someone my size. In fact, I was able to outrun and/or out race other kids my age who weighed less. This frustrated many of them. I won many a quarter by outracing them.
Alas, pride goeth before a fall. One day at school, this kid, who I really didn't like, challenged me to a race. I knew I could beat him because I had seen him race before, and I had beaten many of the kids that raced him. I figured it was an easy quarter.
Our course was the sidewalk in front of the school, from the front door to the gymnasium door (about 40 yards or so). We each gave our quarter to "an impartial third party", and waited for the judge to take his position at the finish line.
When he got to the finish line, he turned and said "On your mark, get set, GO!". Like a blur, I took off, eating the yards with each passing second. In a moment of realization, I found out why this course was chosen.
This sidewalk sloped downhill. when you are running full tilt downhill, strange things start to happen. About halfway through the course, I started losing my balance. It was almost like slow motion. I felt myself pitching foreword, arms flailing, until I felt myself lift off the ground, temporarily flying.
Since I am not a bird, butterfly, bumble bee, or any other flying animal, there was only one thing that could have happened. And it did. I crash landed. I hit hard and rolled to the bottom of the race course. The bad thing was, I still almost beat him. Almost doesn't count. He got my quarter and the satisfaction of sneering at me and laughing his head off at my plight.
All my future races were run on level ground.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
From L to R we have Scooby Doo, Fiesta Mickey & friends, Santa Taz,Kissy Garfield, WWE Mickey & friends, Taz close-up and Cleveland Indians.
Monday, May 10, 2010
After we ate more than we should have, we all sat in the living room and talked. Dad was telling some stories about when he was at a nursing home, recovering from heart surgery. Not to be outdone, my MIL had to pipe up about some of the goings on at her nursing home.
I interject this to say, anything my MIL says, my Dad twists in such a way that eventually my MIL is turning four shades of red. My MIL is so naive, that she doesn't realize how something is going to sound, even after she says it.Dad has always teased her, and it isn't until she is neck deep in the hole does she realize to throw down the shovel.
Anyway my MIL said to my Dad, "If you want to have a fun & entertaining night, you need to come spend the night with me". Needless to say, Dad was on this like white on rice. "Sounds good to me, lets set a date.", He says. "A date for what?" she asked. "For me to spend the night with you.", he replies. "You can't spend the night with me" she says, I only have one bed". He shot back "That's all we'll need."
By this time the rest of the family is HOWLING. She continued for another few minutes, digging her hole deeper & deeper. Every time she utters something, Dad had a comeback for it. She finally told him "You twist everything I say, why don't you just shut up."
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
This is a collection of foreign money that I have accumulated over the years. Some of it was given to me from friends & relatives, but most of it was found in the change that I get back from my everyday transactions at various stores. Look close at your change. You may be getting a Rand, Pence or Franc.
Here is a handful of small plastic soldiers that I have had since my youth. You can tell the size of them by comparing them to the quarter to the left of them. If my train layout had a combat scene, these would be on it because they are the same size as my HO scale people.
These are some knives that my grandfather found in the trash during his trash route. I got them after grandma passed. The top knife has a crown of brass on the hilt with a brass braid winding down it. The bottom knife & scabbard don't go together, but look good when combined.
Here are some prehistoric scene card that came on the backs of Pom-Pom & Junior Mints boxes in the 1970's. At one time, I had the whole set of 16. This is all that remains.
These are mementos that my great Uncle Charles brought home from WWII. Pictured are a hat, uniform patches, an armband, a small U.S. Army flag and a buckle with the Luftwaffe (German air force) logo. I also got these after grandma passed (Uncle Charles was her brother).
These are pins given to me by my brother, Sir Gattabout. He spent eight years in the US Army. He was a paratrooper in the 82ND Airborne. Many of the coins above were brought back by him from his jaunts in Central America.
These are the notes from the first sermon I ever preached. We were having "Youth Emphasis Sunday" and two of the teen-age boys got to preach that Sunday morning. I haven't been a teenager in a long, long time. The sermon was titled "Not The Ten Suggestions".
Finally, here are some mementos of the Symphonic Band trip I helped chaperon during Lady Lemon's senior year (she was first chair bassoon player). We went to Toronto for a band competition. While there we went to Medieval Times restaurant, Pantages theatre (and saw The Phantom Of The Opera), Hard Rock Cafe in Sky Dome, The CN Tower, and I, and another chaperon, ventured to The Hockey Hall of Fame while everyone else was spending 90 minutes shopping in a big mall. We figured you can shop anywhere. There may never be another time to visit the Hall of Fame.
There are many other things too wonderful to mention (or to junky to show). I hope you've enjoyed the trip through Pap's junk drawer.